Judy Duarte: Hailey's Hero

She glanced down at the bed they’d made, then looked up at him and smiled. “Good night.”

“Night.” He stood there for a while, long after she took one of the candles, padded down the hall and closed the bedroom door.

He figured sleep would be a long time coming, but he slipped out of his pants and draped them over the easy chair in the corner.

Usually, he slept in the raw, but tonight, as he settled onto the sofa, he figured it best to wear his briefs.

Hours later the flame in the fireplace had dwindled down to a soft red glow, and although he was tired, sleep evaded him. He stared at the ceiling and continued to contemplate the woman who slept down the hall.

When a scream sounded from behind the closed bedroom door, he jumped from the sofa.

“No!” Hailey shrieked.

A nightmare or an intruder?

He flung off the blanket and rushed down the hall, ready to battle whoever or whatever had frightened her.

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